Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board Cobalt's Office of Security - the 80's Power Years

Well, Gary, he calls 'em how he sees 'em...and for all we know, you and your gang ran off, tail betwixt legs, a couple weeks ago. Color us unimpressed!

If you guys are going to fight, could you do it in the O.K. Corral? It's expendable.

And the Not Very Security Office Isn't?

OK, you got me there.

But mind the coffee makers.

Is it okay to trash the pretzle maker? I've always hated that thing.

Knock yourself out.

I'd love to see Concord knock himself out.

Hey, leave that Pretzel maker be, Concord! We've got the OK Corral all set up with bottles everywhere to smash on each other's heads. We can take it over there whenever you're ready.

And when I say 'we', I mean the five or so of you villains and the 50-60 of us LMBers. Arrogant, powerful and overly confident doesn't mean I'm not going to play fair either

I got your back Cobie!

That's the spirit! Plus, we'll be using such great security office traditions like phone books and rubber hoses!

So, who's going to be the first to swing on the chandelier?

I'm up for some chandelier swinging!!

OK, that's ded in.

Now, who's going to be playing the barrelhouse piano while all the fighting goes on?

that'd be me!

Good, good. I've got you pencilled in.

Now, we need a sultry saloon singer with a heart of gold. Anyone?

Me, me, me, me!

(Even if Cali can't sing, I can!)

ummm...we demand you wear a skimpy dress

careful swing on that chandelear remember what happened to Larded when he got to close to a disco ball.

He'll wear gloves. It'll be fine.

Lets get on over to the Corral and get this scrap started. We need to be nice and liquored up for it and I'm thirsty...

I'm going to sit calmly on my stool and quietly lift up my beer when Cobie slides Concord face first down the bar!

Then I'm gonna finish my beer and paste somebody one, right in the mush.

So much talk for so little action.

Typical.

<cleans out his office>

<looks around wistfully>

<leaves letter on Matlock's desk>

<'ports out>

Something else else smells like a mix of brimstone and farts in here!

Has lardy been teleporting again?

Per standard procedurs, Lard Lad's salary will now be diverted to the co-Chiefs' discretionary beverage funds. We'll miss him! *hic*